Five hours have passed since the plane's unexpected crash onto the deserted island. The sun is peeking its head over the horizon bit by bit. The survivors all gathered together and constructed a camp for their stay on the island as they wait for other skilled workers to build a ship that can carry all of them away from this island and hopefully onto the mainland. There aren't enough tents for everyone, even when entire families are crammed into one small tent, there still isn't enough. As a result, some has to sleep outside in the open. Luckily enough, since Gon and Killua are still kids, they get a priority on receiving their tent.
Since it's still early dawn and last night was the wild plane crash. The two boys are still asleep inside their tent. It isn't big by any means. It can fit four people sleeping shoulders to shoulders. Inside, are the bare essentials: a solar-powered lamp and two sleeping bags.
Outside, some people are already awake. They're mainly checking the surroundings of the area and planning out their stay on the island.
Another three hour passes ~
The first thing Gon hears after waking up is loud whistling. He puts his green jacket on while Killua changes into his blue undershirt and his v-neck T-shirt. Then they head over to the place of the whistling when they step outside. The bright sunlight blinds them. The area around them resembles nothing like what they remembered yesterday night.
"Whaaaat? How did they build so many tents in one night? There's at least gotta be thirty here. Well, I guess we should be happy. Killua and I got a pretty good place for our tent pitch. It's close to the center of the whole camp. But man! I have to get used to wearing a cast again." Gon sighs. But Killua notices Gon's gesture of despair. He places his arm onto Gon's right shoulder. Gon looks back at him, the two of them smile when their gazes meet.
The person who whistled is a relatively old man, probably in his 50s. He waits until everyone has gathered around, and began a count for the total survivors.
"...and we have 135 survivors. Which means 33 died during the plane crash. Well, you guys should get to know each better. Since you're all going to be spending some times together."
"Excuse me, sir. But how long do we have to stay here?" A girl's voice stands out of the crowd. Gon turns toward the speaker. She's a girl similar to Gon and Killua regarding age. Her long blonde hair reaches below her shoulders.
"Wow, she's pretty."
When she notices Gon is staring at her, she blushes and smiles awkwardly.
"Psst. Hey Gon! Don't stare! You're making it too obvious." Killua slightly nudges Gon with his arm, and whisper at him quietly.
"Huh? Oh…...hehe." After realizing his awkward behavior, Gon averts his gaze away from the girl and resumes to listen to the old man's plan.
"Now, Before I answer that. My name's Mike. You can call me that. And to answer your question, ideally, about a month."
Someone else in the crowd speaks up, "So you're saying if it's not ideal, we're going to stay here for even longer?" His tone is getting angrier as he speaks, on the rage of snapping.
However, Mike answers with perfect composure. "No. I'm saying that if it's not ideal, all of us might die before we can finish building the boat."
Murmurs begin to rise in the crowds. One of them was "What's there to worry about? There's gotta be enough food on this island to feed us for a year. We have more than one hundred people. So the chance of all of us dying is zero."
Mike also hears that statement. His face dims, and he says silently, "The place we are in right now is notorious for missing ships and planes. At least 100 planes had flown in this area in the past, but none of them came back." As soon as he finishes his sentence. Some people in the group already broke down. They burst into tears, saying, "This is it….There's no hope anymore."
After the meeting dismisses, the group scatters. Some volunteer to explore the other side of the island, some volunteer to build the boat, and the others go back to their sleeping places.
"Killua, you wanna go introduce ourselves to the girl in the meeting?" Gon says to Killua after the group splits up.
"Are you sure 'introduce' is the right word to describe it?" Killua smirks at Gon and pokes him. "It sounds like you're interested." Killua teases him and laughs.
"Um…..I-I'm….not….." Gon tries to sound confident, but notices Killua is staring at him with a "Oh really?" look. "Fine...Since you're my friend. I won't hide anything. So yeah. But she can just be a nice person to be with."
"But man! I never expected that you, Gon, would show interest in a girl this soon. But sure. It wouldn't hurt, right? Since we're all around the same age."
"Yea! Thanks Killua!"
The two of them runs toward her, when she notices their steps toward her, she waves her hand as a gesture of welcome.
"Hello! Can I help you?" The girl asks politely.
"Hi. We don't want anything. We're just here to make friends. You're the only other kid similar to our age here. So….might as well." Gon holds his hand up for a handshake. She accepts it and holds out her hand too.
"I'm Gon. Gon Freecss."
"My name is Stella. Nice to meet you."
"And this is my friend, Killua Zoldyck." Gon signals to Killua, who is behind him.
"Yo!" Killua waves at her when he hears his name gets mentioned, however, the girl, Stella, doesn't move a muscle.
"Zoldyck? As in the famous family of assassins?" She finally speaks up. However, there is a trace of fear in her voice.
"Yeah. But I quit. I'm not an assassin, so you don't have to worry." Killua addresses her reassuringly,
"So Stella, where are your parents?" Gon tries to get another conversation going.
"They live in a town next to Meteor City. I was going to visit them. But then this happened." She said depressingly, while gesture to everything happening around them. "What about you?"
"My dad is by himself in a city. The goal of my trip is trying to find my mother. And Killua's here to…..do what again?" Gon scratches the back of his head in confusion.
"Oh me? I'm just here to accompany Gon, that's all."
"Gon! You're leaking too much information! I don't want to give even more things away by telling the truth."
"Anyway, Killua and I were thinking about exploring the island a little bit; you wanna come with us?" Gon says excitedly, "You can trust us, we're both Pro-Hunters!"
"Wow. Pro hunters at this age? Well, I'm only an amateur…... I guess I'll join you guys."
The sun is now entirely over the horizon; the morning breeze sends a fresh smell and a fresh sensation through their bodies.
The three of them start to walk toward the other side of the camp. However, before they get far, someone stops them.
"Hey! You three kids, where do you think you're going? A young man yells at them from a distance and starts to run toward them.
"We're just going to explore a bit on our own."
Gon asks, confused at why he's so mad.
"Who do you think you are? You're just three kids. We don't even know what's at the other side of the island. We only send Pro-Hunters to check."
Gon looks at Killua, and the two smirks.
"Killua over here and I are Pro-Hunters!"
"Yeah right!" The man says sarcastically, " I was born at night, but not last night. If you three can just return to the main camp area I won't tell Director Mike."
" No! We're not joking! We are Pro Hunters!"
Killua says defensively.
"Oh really? Then show me your Hunter's license."
the two boys take them out of their backpacks and hand it over to the man.
"Oh…..umm…..just come with me then. When you leave camp, you have to sign out over there at that cabin." The man's voice suddenly shrinks.
Gon turns around and gives Killua a thumbs up.
The three follows the man and head over to the cabin. It's the only a half structure in the camp. When they step inside, they can tell that they didn't build the cabin, it was built before the plane crash. Because everything about the cabin is really old. The wood is deteriorating and almost on the edge of breaking.
The director, Mike, is sitting in chair behind a desk in the cabin, he looks up when the group enters.
"Hey Mike! These three kids want to go do some exploring outside of the camp. Two of them are Pro-hunters. Here's their license." He takes them out and hands them over to Mike. "Should we let them go?"
"These licenses are real…. Gon and….Killua huh? Show me your Nen."
Without hesitation, the two boys focus their aura, however, none of them uses their special ability.
"We can't reveal our abilities to them yet. Even though they might be friendly, we can't go around and let everyone know about my Electricity and Gon's Jajanken."
"Damn! That's some intense aura. Alright, you two can go. And to her to go, one of you have to sign a waiver. You have to take full responsibility if anything happens to her. And please return to the camp before sunset. It'll get dark and dangerous at night. And are sure you're ready? I mean, you still have a cast on your left arm."
"No worries, I'll handle it." Gon reassures, I'll also sign the waiver for Stella. Gon runs toward the desk, Killua and Stella follow him. After filling out some basic paperwork and the sign-out sheet, the three head over to the edge of the camp.
"Killua, Stella, you ready?" Gon turns around and checks on the other two.
"Yeah!"
"Sure, it's up for me to protect them. Gon can't use his left hand, so he's going to be weak in action. We haven't seen Stella's Nen yet. But since she's an amateur, she can't be that strong. I've sworn to never betray my friends. I guess now is the time to prove myself!"
The three steps over the boundary, and begin their journey into the unknown. Still unaware of the drastic change that this journey will cause to their lives.
Will Gon and Killua's unbreakable friendship triumph? What will they experience with the addition of Stella?
